ANYWAY.
Following the reading of the mis-numbered Holy Sonnet 6 (It is apparently #10) by John Donne, I've had some thoughts about Death.
We all fear death. I would like to think of death as similar to sleep, without dreams. It's so hard to imagine just not thinking about anything, not doing anything, ever again, even though we cease to think and move for at least a few hours a day. Death, I hope, will just be one night that is longer than most. (if there is an afterlife at all O_O I guess that's what religion is for)
Death cannot "kill" anyone. Accidents, natural causes, war, people "kill". Death in this poem has been rendered into a state, slowly being torn down from "mighty and dreadful" to a sad, desperate being, slave to all the killings that control it. It even becomes a being to pity, falsely arrogant and powerful.
This is all of course a very roundabout way of making sure we don't fear death. You need to die to go to heaven. But this blog entry is being written by a Buddhist and most of what I know about Christianity has been learned in lit so I can't guarantee my accuracy.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.
Joseph Hall
Joseph Hall
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